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lirik lagu richard mitchley - walt whitman - i sing the body electric

i sing the body electric
the armies of those i love engirth me and i engirth them
they will not let me off till i go with them, respond to them
and discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul

was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
and if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
and if the body doеs not do fully as much as the soul?
and if the body werе not the soul, what is the soul?

the love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account
that of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect

the expression of the face balks account
but the expression of a well~made man appears not only in his face
it is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists
it is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist and knees, dress does not hide him
the strong sweet quality he has strikes through the cotton and broadcloth
to see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more
you linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder~side

the sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of women, the folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, the contour of their shape downwards
the swimmer naked in the swimming~bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green~shine, or lies with his face up and rolls silently to and fro in the heave of the water
the bending forward and backward of rowers in row~boats, the horseman in his saddle
girls, mothers, house~keepers, in all their performances
the group of laborers seated at noon~time with their open dinner~kettles, and their wives waiting
the female soothing a child, the farmer’s daughter in the garden or cow~yard
the young fellow hoeing corn, the sleigh~driver driving his six horses through the crowd
the wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice~boys, quite grown, l~sty, good~natured, native~born, out on the vacant lot at sun~down after work
the coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance
the upper~hold and under~hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes;
the march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean~setting trowsers and waist~straps
the slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the alert
the natural, perfect, varied attitudes, the bent head, the curv’d neck and the counting;
such~like i love—i loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother’s breast with the little child
swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with the firemen, and pause, listen, count
i knew a man, a common farmer, the father of five sons
and in them the fathers of sons, and in them the fathers of sons

this man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person
the shape of his head, the pale yellow and white of his hair and beard, the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes, the richness and breadth of his manners
these i used to go and visit him to see, he was wise also
he was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old, his sons were massive, clean, bearded, tan~faced, handsome
they and his daughters loved him, all who saw him loved him
they did not love him by allowance, they loved him with personal love
he drank water only, the blood show’d like scarlet through the clear~brown skin of his face
he was a frequent gunner and fisher, he sail’d his boat himself, he had a fine one presented to him by a ship~joiner, he had fowling~pieces presented to him by men that loved him
when he went with his five sons and many grand~sons to hunt or fish, you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of the gang
you would wish long and long to be with him, you would wish to sit by him in the boat that you and he might touch each other

i have perceiv’d that to be with those i like is enough
to stop in company with the rest at evening is enough
to be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough
to pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
i do not ask any more delight, i swim in it as in a sea

there is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well
all things please the soul, but these please the soul well

this is the female form
a divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot
it attracts with fierce undeniable attraction
i am drawn by its breath as if i were no more than a helpless vapor, all falls aside but myself and it
books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, and what was expected of heaven or fear’d of h~ll, are now consumed
mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response likewise ungovernable
hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands all diffused, mine too diffused
ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, love~flesh swelling and deliciously aching
limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white~blow and delirious juice
bridegroom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn
undulating into the willing and yielding day
lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet~flesh’d day
this the nucleus—after the child is born of woman, man is born of woman
this the bath of birth, this the merge of small and large, and the outlet again

be not ashamed women, your privilege encloses the rest, and is the exit of the rest
you are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul

the female contains all qualities and tempers them
she is in her place and moves with perfect balance
she is all things duly veil’d, she is both passive and active
she is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters

as i see my soul reflected in nature
as i see through a mist, one with inexpressible completeness, sanity, beauty
see the bent head and arms folded over the breast, the female i see

the male is not less the soul nor more, he too is in his place
he too is all qualities, he is action and power
the flush of the known universe is in him
scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defiance become him well
the wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is utmost become him well, pride is for him
the full~spread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul
knowledge becomes him, he likes it always, he brings every thing to the test of himself
whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail he strikes soundings at last only here
(where else does he strike soundings except here?)

the man’s body is sacred and the woman’s body is sacred
no matter who it is, it is sacred—is it the meanest one in the laborers’ gang?
is it one of the dull~faced immigrants just landed on the wharf?
each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well~off, just as much as you
each has his or her place in the procession
(all is a procession
the universe is a procession with measured and perfect motion.)

do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant?
do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight?
do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts
for you only, and not for him and her?

a man’s body at auction
(for before the war i often go to the slave~mart and watch the sale,)
i help the auctioneer, the sloven does not half know his business

gentlemen look on this wonder
whatever the bids of the bidders they cannot be high enough for it
for it the globe lay preparing quintillions of years without one animal or plant
for it the revolving cycles truly and steadily roll’d

in this head the all~baffling brain
in it and below it the makings of heroes

examine these limbs, red, black, or white, they are cunning in tendon and nerve
they shall be stript that you may see them

exquisite senses, life~lit eyes, pluck, volition
flakes of breast~muscle, pliant backbone and neck, flesh not flabby, good~sized arms and legs
and wonders within there yet

within there runs blood
the same old blood! the same red~running blood!
there swells and jets a heart, there all passions, desires, reachings, aspirations
(do you think they are not there because they are not express’d in parlors and lecture~rooms?)

this is not only one man, this the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns
in him the start of populous states and rich republics
of him countless immortal lives with countless embodiments and enjoyments

how do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the centuries?
(who might you find you have come from yourself, if you could trace back through the centuries?)

a woman’s body at auction
she too is not only herself, she is the teeming mother of mothers
she is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers

have you ever loved the body of a woman?
have you ever loved the body of a man?
do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations and times all over the earth?

if any thing is sacred the human body is sacred
and the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted
and in man or woman a clean, strong, firm~fibred body, is more beautiful than the most beautiful face

have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the fool that corrupted her own live body?
for they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves

o my body! i dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you
i believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the soul, (and that they are the soul,)
i believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems, and that they are my poems
man’s, woman’s, child’s, youth’s, wife’s, husband’s, mother’s, father’s, young man’s, young woman’s poems
head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears
eyes, eye~fringes, iris of the eye, eyebrows, and the waking or sleeping of the lids
mouth, tongue, lips, t~~th, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jaw~hinges
nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition
cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of the neck, neck~slue
strong shoulders, manly beard, scapula, hind~shoulders, and the ample side~round of the chest
upper~arm, armpit, elbow~socket, lower~arm, arm~sinews, arm~bones
wrist and wrist~joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, forefinger, finger~joints, finger~nails
broad breast~front, curling hair of the breast, breast~bone, breast~side
ribs, belly, backbone, joints of the backbone
hips, hip~sockets, hip~strength, inward and outward round, man~b~lls, man~root
strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above
leg fibres, knee, knee~pan, upper~leg, under~leg
ankles, instep, foot~ball, toes, toe~joints, the heel;
all attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your body or of any one’s body, male or female
the lung~sponges, the stomach~sac, the bowels sweet and clean
the brain in its folds inside the skull~frame
sympathies, heart~valves, palate~valves, s~xuality, maternity
womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman
the womb, the teats, nipples, breast~milk, tears, laughter, weeping, love~looks, love~perturbations and risings
the voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud
food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming
poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm~curving and tightening
the continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes
the skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair
the curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body
the circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out
the beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees
the thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones
the exquisite realization of health;
o i say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul
o i say now these are the soul!

- lirik lagu richard mitchley

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